Next day she would have to knell but this time she had to hold her chest out by keeping her arms behind her back and keep her head down and not look u...p again for a half hour.I was told to take pictures of her and to send them to him while she was still knelling in those positions. She was doing well, and he complimented her on doing great. Next my wife was told that she was not allowed to wear a bra between one o’clock and three o’clock. No matter where she was or what she was doing, she was to. I was directed back to my floor cushion as Lady Charlotte caressed Scarlett's nipples. Sliding her hand toward Scarlett's wet pussy, she inserted her fingers and began feeding Scarlett's juices to my awaiting mouth. I felt like her child. A child that was being hand fed Scarlett's orgasm. She seemed to gain delightful pleasure in feeding me, in applying Scarlett's juice to my lips, and in having me suck on her wet pussy soaked fingers . She was a proud mother. She used her pet's orgasm to train. . I..."She could say nothing as the Baroness' hands continued to glide over her.Adrienne's breath shortened. Her heart began pounding."You need, don't you Adrienne?" ... I... we... I... don't know..." was all she could say, almost choking on the words as she felt her heart in her throat."Don't know, Adrienne? Do you not feel? Do you not desire?" ... Yes... but... I... I... shouldn't." Why. Adrienne? You are a lovely and sensuous woman."The hands roamed slowly from the waist up the girl's arms. “She didn’t tell us. Not specifically. She was looking for something – anything that might – you know, give her an edge in what’s… what’s going on between you. She wanted us to go through everything. Photograph everything.”“Photograph…” Mac noticed the pocket camera in Imogen’s hand. He grabbed it from her while she squeaked, and flicked through the images – a jumble of business letters and legal correspondence along with random shots of magazine covers. The sense of his violated privacy.